Death Was The Opening Act

You died. So, why do you feel the sand beneath your feet — and the smell of salt in the air? A cold breeze could only mean one thing. In the pitch-black darkness, a flickering of a candle appears. Breath escapes your lips.

But you aren't alone. There's a duet waiting for you to pull back the curtains.

Welcome to a land where death was the opening act, and the script only gave you one mercy: a godly gift, solely yours.